tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5054123807810158822024-02-06T20:16:28.214-06:00The ClardysThe daily adventures of Nathan, Morgan, Lela, and EliMorganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.comBlogger116125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-30027459812516550122012-03-19T12:05:00.006-05:002012-03-19T16:02:44.547-05:00Seven Months<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eli, you are 7 months old!</span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AzohSYFCwR5-UVoob-ryEG9dO_-3E2j-mXJtVhygzRiPdl1C7aq33h3y9y98IHxAoZiyL3OKMrXOsFTEVXkp6MPILyqPUCphg2UIbqSjEt4ii0FSZXYz3ERZR6SaS97MqX-9iazcEXU/s400/DSC00970.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721706758160045442" /></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You weigh 18 pounds.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are in size 3 diapers.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You fit in 6 months, 6-9 months or 6-12 months clothes.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYkm2Gei2LskyhNgFEwsJAxZwLCI-j0_YnuwzVluQdfhnMnEkjJS8-8etDLpWLueuidUeuFgSgpyrcreTehbvybIXNlT1LL-tncHApZaL0uN1FJYOVoqmJCvTiDNBrd2dzPjjHGnRgxJM/s400/DSC00975.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721705834574639810" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You have started to mix in a couple ma-mas in your babblings.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You have the biggest smile and you love showing it off these days. And it is in no way a girly smile :) You almost look like you're yelling every time you smile.<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVBhLfnEhYOkwjpJiL_7mqMcB6DA0YnaGXWS4ocoMaHCTmTQzf7PmHnE6cmempeWHn6k86qN3dNT7obG5WL9fY46e2m3vJ4kRtw1O0T3zzFmQgL59-yhud22T3H4Dd_a0HpoHPqOS9LI/s400/DSC00979.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721705823517443410" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your scooting/army crawl is getting more defined and you have started to alternate your arms. You have even gotten up on all fours for a minute but it doesn't go much past that.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You still do good sleeping at night except for a few nights here and there but I think that can be attributed to teething.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are such an explorer and you enjoy crawling under the coffee table even though you almost alway hit your head on it.<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2BmCCBcRqpLKr6yRwTeaYiesOPuEga8X85V62q5wlLRUFnCO3_DqLxOKoYgpsGUNEypBgV7vBz5kAsArvI9JywkGm69Zl07Ueh86J7PugZcpSARL1lb2Bk08yxmOLYaQl7_vmGGm2Yo/s400/DSC00982.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721705813883205922" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >Unfortunately, your favorite things to grab and chew on are electrical cords and Lela's toys and books. I think you like to stir the pot ;)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You still breastfeed every 3-4 hours but each feeding is significantly shorter than it used to be.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are starting to eat three times a day ending every day with poly-vi-sol-laced yogurt. Yuck!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2030MlKFWTOJ-Q-3_mFj2WorWdF2vecpPNcq6lUNGNfE7waVS-iRinzFII6XSVdmWmRlGne9dc2wurwMAxOmURI0lrVoUNv2meI_AXem5dqnLgazv0uleEV7ubg-npvV6v1xWs-SVOE/s400/DSC00986.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721704787107555810" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are doing better eating cheerios but it still kinda makes me nervous and the sippy cup usually just makes you mad and gets you all wet, which is just frustrating for you and me!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >No significant improvements in the spitting up category. Hopefully it will end soon!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnhfa-jZXEwgQP6nPG7u1JjJ4TQX8dj1MR75zotrULD_LxrEo6bwX98vq2U5sAu5H_d-k7qcHHm9UssKnyJPGJPZ7RBZ9sNlj2tU17h7hvfY7O5diN_Rs5rU-ZUCTEls290TodcO8m0w/s400/DSC00988.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721704775997053330" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You really like the bath right now. You have learned how fun it is splash the water and you can make it go pretty far!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You love your sister so much and you can't hardly do anything else but watch her when she's around. She helped me take your pictures this month, that's why you're looking down in some of them. Lela can always make you laugh :)</span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Ek6803zUhT4FBm-Fi9fji5-YxHDpjH-JTK2hXakjM0qBJ-pBY-7WvAQzbPWcSfErARkcoq2LDEgSFVAFkEEJL7aXV98jzLIIsPZlOXF_OWqG1q066xy-RSjH-YiBfma2CGRskoe6N_s/s400/DSC00978.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721705830381906626" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are at such a fun age right now and I'm really looking forward to the days ahead. You make my job as a mom a joy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLCIwRIbDL40-CodrJmZkw40R7S-VG5GCNgpx_mLSmRpJ-BQic7Ifc7l81knrOLyY8BEgTmgiiSv6xTtsNd-ZvWJUJLLfA6eT6PbsH9CbEFMCLLA9ITFA0KjM0BkV1fd0-AldpPZsVdk/s1600/Eli+7+month+collage.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDLCIwRIbDL40-CodrJmZkw40R7S-VG5GCNgpx_mLSmRpJ-BQic7Ifc7l81knrOLyY8BEgTmgiiSv6xTtsNd-ZvWJUJLLfA6eT6PbsH9CbEFMCLLA9ITFA0KjM0BkV1fd0-AldpPZsVdk/s400/Eli+7+month+collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721704765071153346" /></a><br /><br /></span><div><br /></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-40874087261839962782012-02-21T17:45:00.000-06:002012-02-21T17:48:39.393-06:00Six Months<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Eli, you are six months old!</span></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXug18qksfiC5X3rsZfu2JvutxXo_67cWh4o-7DcJz5L5g_sE6XYdd4dM4zOQvTCzHJp8FnPNUfg-D889XN3PpQWSXGQ7yWHuHtIGx5t11a4rU2GBZICuszMC-Myf10GZwvloRc05ABlY/s400/DSC00933.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711733442367761042" /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(I'm so ashamed I missed 5 months and now I'm doing 6 months really late!)</span></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You weigh 16.1 pounds and you are 26 inches long.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You moved up to size 3 diapers last month.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are right on the money with clothing sizes so some 3-6 month clothes are too small, but 6 month and 6-9 month clothes fit you well.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are starting to babble a lot and you usually say "da da da" when you're really upset, just like your sister.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are a squirmin', scootin' and rollin' machine. We can't keep you still! You are actually getting very skilled in your scooting abilities, so much so I can't leave you alone on the floor for even a few seconds because you can go clear across the room!<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMAfEz2U49Hw40zHkfvEX8u8ltFrO_kiSDujvfmNSE0aq64HlhJwAOWjbrrHJrVZz4tL1SlSgD8g1wCToGOMT_qjMGD2rhHdsFm4iVNBA5BmMT8f6mUsRnV24z_3Fv79AaGgIlOZ1N_6w/s400/DSC00912.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711733435674853778" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are settling into a routine of going to bed at 9 and getting up around 7, and then you take 1 or 2 naps during the day (although as I write this I'm struggling to get you to nap, but I think it's just one of those days).</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You haven't been interested in sitting up in the past, but you are getting to a point where you'll do it for a minute or two at a time (evidenced by this month's pictures :) ).</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are starting to enjoy your Johnny Jump-Up but your favorite thing is still rolling on the floor.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You still breastfeed every 3-4 hours.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are eating food twice a day and that includes cereal (rice, oatmeal and whole wheat), squash, zucchini, sweet potatoes, bananas, apples and yogurt. You have even tried some cheerios, but you mostly spit them out.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_-CIlgF2TOpvIh48CMGQphiPdFB6CanTjR6PPGYLem17lvUteAesVDntT-Owrv8M5QqaKVfJ-Pzp8ghEuMhXPXRR__mcZtHDBeR9qZlkcUZ9W9zDQ1EFDHLDy79Kw7t6JNceV2-1kUo/s400/DSC00834.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711733393605734162" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are trying to drink from a sippy cup but you pretty much just chew on it at this point.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are still the spit up king. I thought you might have grown out of it by now, but you're still going strong.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">I swear your favorite place is your changing table. That's really always been the case, but I thought you might grow out of it. You love to kick your legs and you always smile really big. You also throw your arms down really quickly like you're trying to keep me from changing your diaper and get my attention, and when I look at you, you just smile and laugh.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are in a really grabby stage right now and anything that dangles close to your hands, you grab it and put it in your mouth.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftfSkuFA14_OGPbaOFbFjU1fkiUsHm3yo2W_CyieekyXR52HiSa1nFLpUN0oTbWN5pJKJLid0yKTv5gJiiqYzz1Kt5o70e0xT1aE6QAlGLlJuYz568ocO1laCEWG0UPHdLEA0J8Bq_Ag/s400/DSC00930.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711733391828872018" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You are starting to get ticklish and your laugh has definitely gotten bigger.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span">You're pretty laid back and only cry when you're tired, dirty or hungry. You don't ever cry for no reason.</span></li></ul><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It's funny how we can already see your distinct personality. You are such a boy even down to your little grunts. I can just imagine the fun you and your sister will have in the years to come! I'm pretty sure I say this every month but it's crazy how much you've changed and grown! You are a sweet, loving boy and your daddy and I love you so much!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6B7blhVi_2WouOwZS8RiJsMqAQmFSFm4hvpXjMIKfzTlIYXj0hwaqJHZXWiT5Bfy3n3qWbsx0qG08WvYN-_cMBcnC-4ToYodKG-zj0v66BLCK1IxqjetaSy-At_PhkJoF59Z-9OFCp60/s320/DSCF1045.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711730860097035890" /></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje78XGxam6wFVRlB97ioH-eqR9hwyiC1BdU9hiN3cOz8bklYeLhyphenhyphenzKDBCtx8-JJ5sx71ku-aHpL87W27OJGUqGtQXe0IemU9FxC5fU8lJQcv5PnAxJE3vffSCrYKz060cr1HmsY6IA6aA/s320/DSCF1092.JPG" style="float:right; 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I took the pictures, just didn't write the blog post.)</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-38076896996452345682011-12-23T15:01:00.007-06:002011-12-23T15:31:11.852-06:00Graduation and all kinds of things<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Let me start off by saying I've never claimed to be a stellar blogger. These last couple months are evidence as to why I would never ever say that.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><br /></div><div>Many things have transpired since I have last documented our lives, some of which I do not have pictures of (surprise, surprise!). So I'll keep it short and sweet and let the pictures do the talking.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><br /></div><div>I'll start with Thanksgiving. Nathan and I hosted Thanksgiving dinner at our house, but I was by no means head chef. I let Tawnya do the turkey since I was a complete novice.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4wffFz-U14bX7wWuJJhPuYYJlh8J7-6hG1eIyF3qW3oRQi2l6Xpmt85tnVyy0cMsFFf4BMRqcEGBAOBelg0dmEdZoaSkCUQnOhSbbQoO4H_rS8mvH_7CP0f2on7Iu0Zc1tZHnQRXcOk/s400/DSC00416.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689435718990068050" />Lela provided the entertainment, as always.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVV8jIfHC3h5NVsIoWk_7X9xmbhP_UCAQHTwgdw5jyTcOx4YnO11rApmzWIssgoPlgKCL-fJ8g8GqWsmKa9ulmOpFJDV9htK4-lIXYVRC6CjbRnu8WNPfrmvrjq33LUzEU79Xq5osJJs/s400/DSC00437.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689435732817285234" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC2lGbwaEsbDKRrSX65SBcdBedOYFnGNRl2cK9AJ7ibq8HEu-NbCHFp7yrt9-5gVS7UNGls14kI7QlVMa7oApFZjfA-1JsAPunUWJ6SWDghX-k5qzdjaz1qPSzZWz1B0Ux6DpauRVTQyI/s400/DSC00459.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689435723872548738" />Then a couple weeks later, we all headed down to the seminary to say our goodbyes . . . <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig1BkEVa40KOUJ8mgGc-oXkPoQs7JVuqRkwQ5BELXJo_Fz0JeIQWx_NzrbdTlgaxgKO_VKZvNwWdDPac0kPygWOfbyB1wbEW-fq0UfpsNVguaYORdQy8r81z8HiytMocPUqYL8gHWKvKU/s400/DSC00480.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689435711028026514" />. . . because Nathan is officially done! Yay! <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNKa9Rr5BjeLCmB02ENUylletyHDe8ppds582ISkxh4DNhNtXriaBRPVGgchKk-lb_hk8BV9_G1ILyuU2doiB74nqXsA61a4adcwZrHwbzSTIkH9W89q2p3hQF-schKVEj4hpJBTaMoI/s400/DSC00495.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689435707404677586" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuH0Q91Ezh-b7EocYfsQL6gADTyipJ0JGtr-KE0yUeAkBZ0DruEBPdvda7VVvgOvaGf3ek7zUCH8JHZ8Z3aCaqTlu9NIleDoOKdeJuqFM4zhV0uVz10CI3YW22QSq7fTZ9RTDBkElNmkI/s400/DSC00508.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689433767886845906" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdmtwj-p5HoOYisEHZRgey8vL_gvhFvlpn2X5QemB6GkIUW_BVRU9L28iJUCGi3eNN_-s2wYjZp418AO2CTF88lqxymEOB5nsukSoCCxC-HwHk2wEQyPmvSCGyH18Fg-xy4_oZxFohc4/s400/DSC00511.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689433747562912290" />Then we had the obligatory lunch at Mexican Inn. <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvhIBj7oM1PvikGkGv8IsPqhv2dlb8bNTOiqJ3iAJ80_vKBvN5YyyGNOLJNhqPVVOKGlMUmwNVqNyWRAEkdh-qUDS-Ee5I60c-5pRSwbSgrNL9jH1XgBTJlKnlErT5XkAW7PaG88o-0s/s400/DSC00518.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689433747006104946" />Lela enjoyed mostly enjoyed the butter. She's a little strange when it comes to food. She comes by it honestly. <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2wQA5P5PLZ3WADCjoQnTI9s0wfD0Gpez7P-vO2FxyL-gMwEm0b-S8apXsjbm5nIkoptktZhMLEkvyhU3PPG7fUntCSLUUVPadby3Rozp5Pzy7TUV6ae8yfrmA1vPYTUZrWFh4fzt5IOw/s400/DSC00527.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689433745496311890" />We also made a trip to see Ice at the Gaylord, but somehow I'm not finding my pictures of that outing. Here's one of us after we were done.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LfbJN9iy2MAQqZK6QVSDgOEs_F95ZtHjkSk6Qle3pjFOGUVDv0NU1riQ-sMECVMU0-RjKCm33kkojG7dAf9uA-PaGjdsBpoQnb3qA4NKwiuFVcQhfkHHDLpuKYDDLJvoqhYtbcwDhs8/s400/DSC00465_2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 291px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689438720550439890" /><div>Ice was all Shrek themed and it was amazing what they could sculpt out of ice! </div><div><br /></div><div>So, I wasn't kidding when I said short and sweet. I'm currently sitting in the midst of the calm before the storm (the storm being Christmas) so I have to scoot so I can get ready for the chaos that will inevitably hit any minute . . . </div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-62422172460494016712011-12-17T11:33:00.012-06:002011-12-23T15:59:47.433-06:004 Months<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eli, you are 4 months old!</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUi1QHqjmxADWW9EpawbSrAt4nF3lp3cx57Kq89paAkFqTMaMQxwPBCmaXTyhyphenhyphen64B2w80O2Y2F6iWqi0PRtKjhQpu6GBFFfWwaOKhwCeso2MHcs8oyYABFoxno_aEwRxdQHvRi6hPkHok/s400/DSC00533.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689421832932919490" /><ul><li>You weigh 14lbs 2oz. (our bathroom scale is obviously not reliable) and 24 1/2 in. long.</li><li>You wear size 2 diapers and they are beginning to get too small.</li><li>You fit in some 3 months clothes, mostly 3-6 month clothes and some 6 months clothes fit you.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN04t_45A_lh8sbb6-7hURJVJ-fdR7J1tQ2VAx2T9zKHPzG0amhzwEC2yUAYHfXCAU2BCy0Swm_zWkKQR0FNeaj1RO-jm_ypTg292M4f87Ijc5zovIxMTEC9PIpfbcRoJcQyhx9xGwoMw/s400/DSC00534.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689421830234622658" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li><li>You were much happier for your pictures this time. I think we caught you on a good day.</li><li>You have learned to roll over both ways and just in time for your 4 month appointment, just like your sister.</li><li>You always roll over on to your stomach when you sleep but that usually means you get your arm or leg stuck in the railings of your bed and that makes you pretty mad :(<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZcTxZhDroHeXBtG1iEQEFgLii2SvM5d3BdPL7TjEW6hpRHBmiwr45Re_Vl8y9EX1zoQ3raCIhqodaBkPUHb2j6joDpA5dKgUgITNHACkQy6_ZQ9lprChzgTCv-gN-i3iblsyutS3xcns/s400/DSC00513.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689421815488603442" /></li><li>We have learned you're not too fond of the exersaucer. You much prefer to roll on the floor.</li><li>You breastfeed every 3-4 hours and we started you on rice cereal on the 12th and you think that's the greatest thing! I think you're going to be my big eater :)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNooI-8N92on9790OsjO0AZebzSAUuObm9rGZRugjKBa_3w6loUfa6ICzoYYpNE3l7io5or6m9hRSuDwGnzMPk8WMmljLIUPYLyDyGMIaK2Oz30YoeQKiXmo_bT9zllqsKB8UBijQMR2I/s400/DSC00538.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689421810311943314" /></li><li>You are definitely smiling and laughing more now and you still relish the time right after your sister goes to bed and you have Mommy and Daddy's full attention ;)</li><li>You usually sleep well at night and only occasionally wake up at 3:00 am. The cereal has definitely helped with that!</li><li>You will take one nap during the day, but I usually have to let you cry until you sleep. Sometimes that how it goes at night too.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj415RwhrVwmb3pKtRj3bhXB5zC-LNUMFO9vL2C1tMps2f5AKAzEizKLE5IgD2df7bf5Pf2WYPAIMi91cYCIx-5GwYZuSdQhXMpiRY2wAV4XVFERzgcm1v8_37EADwabqNkkpvfXGRAY9U/s400/DSC00453.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689436316258433106" /></li><li>You are a sweet boy and I think you are much more laid back than your sister.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><br /></div></li></ul><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImwBSiMXYuNQONcHQ0IwNWwO9wXNJQoi_LZfA1QN04ntT1RxOUI9Se-nmbF3mVzm_uVS3vbh8nzGDIPZ06hMWeT7MQ_ThGrkr-pMKy5JDcRt7cXWUhc_vkImcenKcvwPvWfaRfKOrgyw/s320/DSCF1045.JPG" style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687153569710750274" /></div><div><br /></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2lNpfoTmfbk8DKp_3eOTYZy8Gl2rdp83ZjjomDkp9MJr98Lp4cwfscpIfzl65J66AmA1LK6T8v-PQgMUjDuAbV8qo4wbZzvLJaw3HsgZ0qbLi0KXGeYVh32Kuvs9RgJaFbpR5MPssQJg/s320/DSC00531.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687153030439340802" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-24946963066641736942011-11-16T12:33:00.001-06:002011-11-16T12:33:25.770-06:00Photo Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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You are pretty much the average size since everything pretty much fits you according to size.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are in size 1 diapers (but they are getting pretty small!)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrjxno-D4TP68asIXQvHroz9OXcbIXx21w1cCgwV5Eds_m0un_y_-ZHry-wIi4LOdurfTzqQuyi6opExZGVtuDSlOF1eX1-UcxwNn4tPs3hYbjDIslylXQwUkeAUBN6gTgNIpevm62Jw/s400/DSCF1125.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673805112850529346" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >Despite your seemingly joyful expression in the first picture, you weren't too thrilled about having your picture taken.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEqyc7e40CPq8Z8X4wBzLTWX_5HjqbeIj-xu6B4RsRc1v4TH_8xVZU6qkE9uAFYbR6nWXmcOHIdkUF50gQONJouVJnP_1gSGcdi9GNipDVbWvEaJ6QevGS3FjVWmdNDOcS7tyJPBsANA/s400/DSCF1131.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673805111002855570" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You don't give out the smiles too readily ;) I think this face is saying, "Why are my mom and dad making so many funny noises?"<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmyyO4UELc9kbJrdNVYnNmMQZ2c-cM1YjEgqzdCo9FTbLrE62AfT-B1xDdOeJjRf3HTMDwfu_-NrQTRhRlr03RT-csExDnLVF-8vRNkDkJe8GTxYx0ajna4g2utz8Zyyy1lMnTMp6bZYQ/s400/IMG_1512.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673804296907102482" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >But every now and then we capture your sweet smile :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are holding your head up really well.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsLKCNhmOtO2vu9cRBYyj6xW3smMIca4CXeO-tzu11_0xL4CQQAGNH-zGudeBF-AgQi7xTjLff7PcplXbpwmrNyLJoG3B02Jdad7lOi5A_5BVj9xnn2svxGFOva-QTbn91dOrA8q_gew/s400/IMG_1522.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673804258021611954" /></li><li><meta charset="utf-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You have also enjoyed some time in your exersaucer.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You have attempted to roll over but you haven't done it yet.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are always kicking your legs moving your arms, especially when you're laying on the floor. It's like you're trying to move out!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You can also bear your weight on your legs when we hold you up.</span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGZIqGRKJZxATKj_AH3eZ4ujI-RoU7LSQoRbQPGypy6QK1PiHYX6S9q5zxhpPww76mOOMG-K1NtZv9L57LB4YBRzgQhSTD65aAThxhFd2m9YIZJmIemGAeXAhWPeqvA5WLZWVmRj1-F4/s400/IMG_1495.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673804283841937122" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your sister thinks you're pretty great.</span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrGOEVDkprH4B-MlxNcw6ss0y1p25VZYLjSL0pukAyQypUNCZ1JslZnICHbBaQBGaTL7YdGDLZEPpO9zNvLvJP28ilotItPwBNdTFnrH4Z31RaLDI3gA7Twc8rNBwWlfct0lHgYlpvPPs/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673804271941006786" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >In fact, I think she's pretty enamored with you.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >Half the time you wake up around 3:00 am for a feeding and then you stay in the bed with us until your 6:00 feeding.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You eat every 2 1/2 or 3 hours during the day.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You usually get quiet or sleep in your stroller or the car.</span><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0gR3TwScUOjcnLo0kXcYmAAS4mr9IeWxGoRenOWkZtGQsc2KlvYXbaRS4bscUz_g-7Q2zoZNYAZgxBCycGc4EWRDjJGTIO8HmNVfooQ5FrBzOLPPZwNVo3H-4Ial0heFyl8xuAA5SGH0/s400/DSCF1137.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673804262067256594" /></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You have started putting your fingers and other things in your mouth.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You always do good in the nursery but the ladies always say "he spit up a lot" whenever I pick you up. They have dubbed you the Spit Up King :(</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will look for me and Daddy whenever you hear our voices and you love to watch your sister do funny things :)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are talking more now but it's usually after Lela goes to bed. That girl doesn't let you get a word in edgewise!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" >You will laugh occasionally, but you are a tough crowd.</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisbuI30pk_24kTv1-5VrhuNL7kRPMEAwEMIy9k2o9rU6c-ybiyDwmDPXPf-F_Nw0peY8rsT_c24jHaCXN-I2DNHRWtSZsHJ2VRm-CtfB8oCuaZqVRkTu6JB7MuSgpWvpSxsu_SPwwl82E/s320/DSCF1045.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673801456449169138" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are growing like a weed and you no signs of slowing down!</span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6nJ1UrK462nvq5qIqp-rx98VbkG2-YUhlqiNpfJzbd-n7h-9WOTYroI5FirEQXTD2BpKI-oLLW1dMZEYV44ecO3htWYtZdHrqPRowH38hqlkFD_8bvFIAlaYkjr4QwV03D7_bNwtopQ/s320/DSCF1092.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673801115508442018" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Your personality is coming out more and more each day and I can't wait to see more!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEJe4Vjdxem4LC9J6AFdHOWs5zH9Ctz-wxaRy-NOjI-k6GD6jOIeLFIF5WyCi6t2PjY0gJ1PTnuMl4mYX4eu2uWI4KIvI-HuNTIgGADRZ3aMncr7uT0tUA6G__yOLhWibW1-RqEw4x2eE/s320/DSCF1136.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673800728866514402" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You are a handsome boy and Daddy and I are already so proud of you!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-27749107559807924132011-10-16T16:50:00.002-05:002011-11-11T12:28:26.930-06:00Two Months<div style="text-align: center;">Eli, you are two months old!</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UML3854tfizgyNmUrlBTDLlkZDAq6i8i4L3xDQmKSZXTeVEb0Mo5C_uKhzy_3kLSH-gA-tpAxlZBCh8myvEnL5wdUDVr00Tn0AumjxOKoooY03awCzuU-M0AW3M67Phu7AtV-m26ggM/s1600/DSCF1093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6UML3854tfizgyNmUrlBTDLlkZDAq6i8i4L3xDQmKSZXTeVEb0Mo5C_uKhzy_3kLSH-gA-tpAxlZBCh8myvEnL5wdUDVr00Tn0AumjxOKoooY03awCzuU-M0AW3M67Phu7AtV-m26ggM/s400/DSCF1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664169658011065330" /></a><ul><li>You weigh 12 lbs 12 oz. and you are 22 1/4 in. long.</li><li>You wear size 1 diapers and you wear 0-3 month or 3 month clothes.</li><li>You eat every 2 1/2 or 3 hours.</li><li>You are sleeping well and sleep through the night about 50% of the time. Otherwise you wake up around 3:00 a.m. but you usually go back to sleep without eating.</li><li>You got your first shots and it really made you mad. You were fussy all day unless you were sleeping. You probably wouldn't have been so mad if Lela didn't keep trying to pull off your band-aids! </li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjph6O3kkpacaEQD3lS3XeLb2DyV-97XoVpFJMkp22h0w1n-ak7hNb4uY8SrZ5MGPnXPkjRbnzqG4t7ripMYCcynuXmhvMioSISoqP9I90KkDKOavRri4loM-2IsaMc_JxqGYYvJZ3g9Dw/s1600/IMG_1464.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjph6O3kkpacaEQD3lS3XeLb2DyV-97XoVpFJMkp22h0w1n-ak7hNb4uY8SrZ5MGPnXPkjRbnzqG4t7ripMYCcynuXmhvMioSISoqP9I90KkDKOavRri4loM-2IsaMc_JxqGYYvJZ3g9Dw/s400/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664169643682384674" /></a><ul><li>You have made it clear that you would much rather be held during the day rather than being put in your bouncer or the swing which sometimes forces me to be somewhat creative in order for me to get things done.</li><li>You are holding your head up well but you haven't mastered it yet.</li><li>You do good in the nursery at church and you usually sleep the whole time.</li><li>You are talking more and more and you almost always smile when someone smiles at you.</li></ul><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaGkcjRWIqbnNQvmc1FhGgPSmByAHFPkWXxXsZJNXDsLMR94MsVUzRbWhamgS1i4Zl7_HOvLrxVXqZbzwR1zQEKYpcvtQHHqnvy9-hnl_8ZmmBYZ34cA_xiaCeBDN-DWaQLyC8QuGKB4/s1600/DSCF1045.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaGkcjRWIqbnNQvmc1FhGgPSmByAHFPkWXxXsZJNXDsLMR94MsVUzRbWhamgS1i4Zl7_HOvLrxVXqZbzwR1zQEKYpcvtQHHqnvy9-hnl_8ZmmBYZ34cA_xiaCeBDN-DWaQLyC8QuGKB4/s400/DSCF1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664169636735995314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You have already grown so much and I feel like the time is flying by!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1fx38RjRJ6QrLaLgE0vXkh9I2zp52-2E7-_uyRM55NH3arMnIdXK9yUI7eU74quXnolWrQTPtI6diFMpSTZkYtHkgLYyr9I1jVkF7uetraCepmpzhUTKsmN6wczO4py0h2iOoWkViBk/s1600/DSCF1092.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1fx38RjRJ6QrLaLgE0vXkh9I2zp52-2E7-_uyRM55NH3arMnIdXK9yUI7eU74quXnolWrQTPtI6diFMpSTZkYtHkgLYyr9I1jVkF7uetraCepmpzhUTKsmN6wczO4py0h2iOoWkViBk/s400/DSCF1092.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664169633773821666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy and I are already so proud of you and I know our pride will only grow as you grow.</div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-19022893909764997262011-09-26T17:19:00.002-05:002011-09-26T17:22:48.514-05:00Eighteen Months Old<div style="text-align: center;">Lela, you are eighteen months old!</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxDa2_H4nupinNGq5CsOVrqFKJUdQGIDqb7t81KQBfzhXrJr_EHM35mgay_tnmrmLrmRTHD01BrfnCvoyNMkE_ewiU3ccelgsFTf6uG2Jl_hZ08cXAFpavo7rSQCwsnbEwLN_4P-MbNE/s400/DSCF1057.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794909463563682" /><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4Uiz0mkKqYmxJPGoIFPEdMd44uBujdnE8NZx8jEq_OF_WpIVM7B15hUIgHKJjJcQFZH-Oyia0gVTp_iTQp7j9SFwvdFX02PFxozVGp5YbZH6g6ONOmAK5H7kczb7iKXKOB4xsPoarkIY/s400/DSCF1056.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794902762919554" /></div><div><ul><li>You weigh 23 lbs.</li><li>We just switched to size 4 diapers.</li><li>You have decided one nap is enough for you, but that may be because you have a habit of sleeping until 10 am or later!</li><li>You are so happy when you wake up and you sometimes play in your bed for 30 minutes or more. You obviously found your shirt entertaining this day :)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNKY7DLDBkLAKD53dqKWZjIIeK0bggCbYslQ-LcZPJXSGmqQOtAxFn-Uwdx3RDd83K0kO4us7hML949Ea02mp1ikWxkUELUEQmsIWyusOkXncwj9T435FYL_nzKwA_Xdjt6mPxdeSk8Gs/s400/IMG_1403.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650426370020271218" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO22cyoCoOOmaV9s7wwA5Lpa4ubRnziYl3C9et01v_dy4ffnOZ_ohB-EHoIceUHJIW0VKVVW0F0USRZskZlxLB5SU81Sp6Yz_hBu4H7ebTzR-Gar4RdXZ4r211Gf-AcaDTCsF4U_q7ifA/s400/IMG_1407.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650426365372617426" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li><li>Unfortunately, you also found chewing on your bed entertaining as well and despite our efforts to cover the rails on your bed you pulled off the covers and consequently got the touch-up marker all over your nose and mouth.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSuml9rxxinpr4yP4fsS9hLbkd6ZkeYcDndfmtq1rqWY2_svKbRvhQi3ET-6d8SBl3ZCzqxKSSDSZcwcemZ5rtNlI_U1KjgVXQAmH8de4aIbyPevTqKNaXCJHFuHZNFJv1kmfsqxVZ060/s400/IMG_1433.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656784582541305394" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpP3RFrlORtxWu8ge94t04RycGNRNoAByuUrG5QfTCcmGddbBv43mXNYVlnpaGjMEwonGnuxb-YcuP62yLIZS5-Yd7rLLG0wzVXHpmJdsadrvE5WuTpavRK7Bk9Lq5M-0607ELU3_Pfg/s400/IMG_1436.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656784577895730898" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li><li>When you go to bed at night you sometimes insist that we put "Bubba" to bed first before you'll go to bed.</li><li>You are talking up a storm. You can say a lot of things but the one I hear the most is probably "Elmo.""Cookie" and "Ish" are a close second. </li><li>You have figured out how to get down from the couch and you can just almost climb up it.</li><li>You are definitely a climber and you are sometimes very creative in how you climb on things.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ohNS91GAjBlTMh-wjG7imr-hIRWZsVnbAdfiGywNmB21RaR2lsBFcaZUq3CrM1KnfASeAybyhniynys-rHfrm9jPhLy2U6UlMmMG3nY4OE4Jbg7V8hllyBx_APIcoFSwimZ75gzxTSg/s400/IMG_1408.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650426362350331458" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></li><li>You frequently take me by the hand (or finger) and lead me where you want me to go which is usually the play room or the front door because you want to go outside.</li><li>You love your Bubba and sometimes ask to hold him or lay with him.</li></ul></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Y2IXCvKrh0_PchskAQpcrIJh2T38zErkkRM7w3_74T-uZ3Lid_61t8r_DIfE2ivgGnMwXRpig2Vhe3S6UvGj9u-zTDu-kn6EpAiCkoip-ltoi0qsf_Y9UkEA8PR6OAneEbXXIoyJX4k/s640/blogger-image-1865951790.jpg" border="0" /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><ul><li style="text-align: left;">You have decided potty training is interesting but we are not actively potty training you just yet.</li><li style="text-align: left;">Taking your picture this time was a breeze because I could actually explain to you that I was just taking your picture and not puttingyou down for a nap. I could also tell you to smile and pose and you gladly obliged :)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqT5L30G0np_HLXC0Pq8oWaJccwCCaTsDYQDXIrPus-LnGH19mF1XA24EW8h-Mc-oota9f9_GkuJXaOG2LgUb1MLgVHz9hMloffM0tH2fad0NpYSpeeCRjujFDIed-c4NAb2F0E6ksOLg/s400/DSCF1058.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656794898443862690" /></li><li style="text-align: left;">You had your first experience with the ice cream man recently and you thought that was pretty cool. You got a Dora the Explorer ice cream which is quickly becoming your second favorite character next to Elmo.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgwmknfmk7_-x0tHKIgLZT3_9j2vCzqyUvJAfTA04Nh3TYfnXYjkWHfIersfPZqWc7tP1XLU7lZHMGjON-MlOFSoJCz7YPmMrE83sHeS_mC_bjplulsq5pypYjocErnMccfXBbWzVqPA/s400/IMG_1422.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656784587523195682" />I may have gone overboard on the pictures this time but you do so many funny things and make so many faces, I wanted to remember it all.</li></ul><div style="text-align: left;">You are such a sweet and fun girl and it's crazy and kind of sad to think about how big you are. I just know I'm going to blink one day and you'll be a teenager! </div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-17467942523780508182011-09-08T17:55:00.000-05:002011-09-08T17:55:39.139-05:00One Month Old<div style="text-align: center;">Eli, you are one month old today!</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-815g6Zvjiwlr-c5x92KgzYHMeXAYhBwTAcw7pWeOWvy88B_0ctr918PhMJ5Qdtl9dLejuBIFGGDP3e-93aEGb5t7BWI65OXm5ElWGK7tM1udLQksq1LHP_OV9AkGLVPGUZP4zPRH7nU/s400/DSCF1045.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650125951608716178" /><div><br /></div><div><ul><li>You are 9lbs 14oz.</li><li>You wear newborn diapers but we're about to switch to size 1.</li><li>You are also growing out of your newborn clothes.</li><li>You are always rearing your head back and you're so squirmy, it's hard to hold you sometimes.</li><li>You have been sleeping about 4 hours between feedings at night, but you followed in your sister's footsteps and slept through the night last night! <a href="http://theclardys.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-month-old.html">(check it out!)</a></li><li>You eat every 3 hours during the day and sometimes every 2 hours.</li><li>You are mister serious and you like to stare at the ceiling (we say it's because you're wondering why there's glitter on our ceiling).</li><li>You are not too attached to your paci and you could take it or leave it.</li><li>You're not very vocal and you seem extremely laid back.</li></ul><div>You are such a sweet boy and you are easy to calm whenever you get upset. It's crazy to think we have two babies now! You definitely different from your sister and I can't wait to see how you will interact with her. </div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-63031865744220161322011-09-07T09:53:00.005-05:002011-09-07T11:50:07.880-05:00We have Dr. Shirley on speed dial<div style="text-align: left;">So I know I have been slacking majorly on keeping everyone updated on Eli. I don't guess it would surprise you that I have also been slacking on taking pictures of important events. So I'll give you what I have in that area.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiApqDpkzTCNb-pHOS_6D83XvFaY1_v-4h2wf2wpgCgD9luOtBpR7DavFeOb-az55NPh0sjHdficRN7vlOOgIMJGy_6jpfYJCRDJccSoLKu7zkYappa0_wkkQ2-xrNrf4Rsk-qcZv8Hc9E/s400/IMG_1401.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649633620384579922" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div style="text-align: center;">Eli's first bath: 9/3/11 </div><div style="text-align: center;">(I realize this seems a little late, but the way Eli's umbilical cord fell off it left some exposed tissue that probably shouldn't get wet. And let's face it, he's the second child.)</div><div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7H5GwOhfu0Vv5MGGI1xznREpCUignWv6YT6YYY4cdGhKLGnWwVOQdFW4YN2TVKJ5s3mlo-f7Lu2wemsxjfdNmeobzXZ3X5-3Iyb9kHtJV7pfBFNgCnXfUHk4GWVpDYQMfCzHiWvcO7k0/s400/IMG_1398.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649633616650616626" /><div style="text-align: center;">Lela's first pig tails: 9/3/11, a banner day in the Clardy household.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Nathan was actually the one that put her hair in pig tails and I think I have decided he is the official hair dresser for Lela from now on ;) )</div><div><br /></div><div>So we'll begin with Eli's second doctor's appointment. This was August 19th and he weighed 7 lbs 7oz so he had regained his birth weight. It was pretty uneventful except for the fact that the doctor's office had installed a TV in the waiting room with looped videos on various and asundry topics like a proper workout and who married/divorced whom in Hollywood this week. Did you know that quinoa can be brewed like beer? Such invaluable information. It's quite loud and is not easily ignored and the sub-par actors in the medical videos left Nathan and I in uncontrolled restrained laughter. I wish I could remember what it is we found to be so humorous but I have a feeling it was a "you had to be there" type of moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway, just a couple weeks later, I found myself back in the doctor's office. We noticed Eli was a little constipated and had the doctor check him out. At that point he weighed 9lbs 4oz so we knew he was getting plenty to eat! They checked Eli for everything that might explain the excessive spitting up (which had increased) and the constipation. After the usual things were ruled out, the doctor decided to do a rectal exam. This made him go immediately and Dr. Shirley said his sphincter was tight he was having trouble releasing it. This was a new word for me (which I'm hoping is the case for some of you as well) and I thought I was experiencing another Dr. Shirleyism. But because she continued to use this word with all seriousness, I realized I would have to look it up since I have a habit of shaking my head knowingly even when I have no idea what someone is talking about. </div><div><br /></div><div>So, just yesterday we were at the doctor again because Eli had only pooped once since the last time we saw Dr. Shirley six days ago and it was with the help of a suppository so he hadn't gone on his own for a week and a half. Dr. Shirley called me in the afternoon and asked me to come in as soon as I could so she could do another rectal exam and loosen his sphincter. So I packed up the kids without changing clothes or diapers and then dropped Lela off at a friend's house. We got to the doctor's office and Eli was emitting quite an unpleasant smell, but this wasn't anything new because he's had some bad gas accompanying his constipation. So we got in the exam room and I set Eli on the table and I could see instantly that I had just made a pointless trip to the doctor. That's right, he decided to let it go sometime on the way up there. And it was a doozy! I no longer have to wonder what four days worth of poop looks like. On top of all that, I got poop on my shirt so I had to walk out of the doctor's office and pick up Lela with poop on my shirt all the while :)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>So, basically I paid Dr. Shirley $25 to weigh him (he came in at 9lbs 14oz, by the way) and look in his ears. I guess that's just Murphy's Law. But I am glad he finally went, the timing just could've been slightly better. </div><div><br /></div><div>If you want to be added to the list for the daily poop report, just let me know :) </div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-24653034737619745992011-08-24T10:51:00.000-05:002011-08-24T10:51:12.509-05:00Saying Goodbye<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGby4H-3ja6mAOjnb64dtdrrLyCBNRrynWzABm82Wb6yPnD5vBbKimdgPcWBfyBb6CMClefW-i2F7ddLBMYM9RxhYcwYRcoCQlVO78eUZ0bVHAvoawrLFPbPcUhlj-eu_VgblnsX-QNMA/s400/DSC03279.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644445172058670354" /><div style="text-align: center;">You were our first baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1IOj1ww8jXZ7KThLExXp4wtixKegPhdr2_5xbD6H95OiR37ul5iri3ch7ti3LpYKgqJPxd9CJgH7iA6QZNhDKxV_kjj7Th0TYSx479cU6kw_0-VLXlmlL141-fiJ0Kh6byTfU3zACONM/s400/DSCF0178.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644441864738859602" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But you loved to get dressed up.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"></div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTAzBdzgJgYPkVEHF4obPanKxlxL3JVc-mZ-csVyDMceP0jLY7foEihbPH7e1Zl9-fdFZlTGKgj60bsBBp_yTSTp2GCR94IkkKiQllTxISKVtSp2nhjfDyYW9ny65aQLRAZl2figP25Q/s400/DSCF0228.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644441861631330562" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj15wRTfgUkLdhGKYtMQTdHY4PDqgFazmRYAHS7UHv_pVYNOic99zfEOg0PAMX_nnu5SsWU4qtlDmSAoeH0kiKV6EiKEde8gjc0wTof6uUe6_wBUZpPaKbJmyUdaDJjybbRgsBja6iLoHs/s400/DSC07034.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644441855901508834" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">You saw our family go through many changes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-iXWfUTaOSGMb4FmcOqy-5p1VEq-NlUuD8MANniMju9DBIh33wwMMPhlit8Fx4r-uHUy9HTf_l9kY1LJUP2am_Sz13cMpJzJQUi3EXonsRSpf8tGDLqU0ap7HOL-XYSR2WPKnK2ug7i0/s400/IMG_0167.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644441853955737826" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQHPtF6XhedLqOBvOpMHLBSPIIKk2nL-NdREtyqAAWY9oPyWyVv_1CvH33lItixGnhR4bRpYllucQBE-4LHzMrwX_UntnZEwyYH5cbx2xA3dKMfwD6BfL_8LWOSGWqQq5S6eirNGpWHgg/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644174065910240258" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ddyDCZGqKqvFHr-Hk-67GvU1qocVS-O1EHGrhkT5Ma1oHJ4vIkHfBLqZ7uXZZTA8_Ws_0nSI6Ze10e_uRs2c9CSmX9hxYALuTIXET9rJh8pek6aET80N0GuE78yTNz8zFT7znB3SXv0/s400/DSCF0576_2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644174062677420146" /><div style="text-align: center;">We will always remember you as the "good buddy" you were.</div><div style="text-align: center;">You will truly be missed, Teddy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lQU6dtXaATLKxhl72NETw90hsmnQNS21yi3OjkwapmwC7jW7XWh-YGhG_G6DR389thHSnEnKTaOFn3McrMQOD5YbSNkpcwEmFlvcynI-Giafc1oZQtQfph2Iv_W0vWHURZQM6saChUs/s400/DSCF0013_2.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644449857078491826" /></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-44475409234937560042011-08-14T17:38:00.005-05:002011-08-15T10:22:33.021-05:00Eli's First Doctor's Appointment<div><meta charset="utf-8">On Friday, we took Eli to meet Dr. Shirley and she automatically dubbed him "the precious" as well (see post about Lela's first appointment). But to avoid confusion we'll have to refer to him as "the precious #2" and since I'm feeling especially lazy I think we'll shorten it to p#2. <div>
<br /></div><div>Well p#2 demanded to be fed as soon as we were in the waiting room and I realized immediately that it was the first time, believe it or not, I had to breastfeed in a public place. So I was slightly hesitant at first but I figured if I was nonchalant about it, no one would notice. As far as I could tell I wasn't getting any looks and no one seemed to care that my indecency was was only concealed behind a thin piece of fabric. Eli did good too despite the fact that his feeding skills are touch and go at this point. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Once we were in the doctor's office, we realized Eli looked a little yellow. You can kinda tell in this picture.
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<br /></div><div>Dr. Shirley noticed it too so she tested him for jaundice but it came back normal. P#2 weighed 7 pounds even so he hadn't quite gained back to his birth weight which is normal for a four-day-old infant. Everything else looked good but we did leave with a prescription for baby Zantac since he has been spitting up just like Lela did. Hopefully we'll only have to use it for a few months.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>And in case you're wondering, this is what happens when Nathan is in charge of photographically documenting the event:
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<br /></div><div>He would probably want me to share with you that he successfully completed the butterfly puzzle. He was quite proud of himself.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>This picture requires some explanation.
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<br /></div><div>Anyway, we go back to see Dr. Shirley this Friday so there's more to come.</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-69301798044190966892011-08-12T17:25:00.003-05:002011-08-12T17:35:06.548-05:00Eli's comin' better hide your heart<div><meta charset="utf-8"><div>WARNING: This post is extremely elaborative and mostly serves to remind me of the experience years down the road. Read at your own risk.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am aware that Eli came without a whole lot of warning. That's not to say we didn't know he was on his way because I was having contractions all day Sunday, but by the end of the day it had tapered offsome and I wasn't sure if I had made any progress. So I went to bed Sunday night convinced I was in for another long day of labor judging by how labor went with Lela. I was awakened at midnight to consistent contractions and I timed them for an hour before I woke Nathan up. So we took our time and got ready to head to the hospital. I could tell the contractions were stronger but I just knew I had at least six hours before Eli made his appearance. Nathan packed up the car and then asked me one more time if I thought we could wait a little longer (we didn't want to spend twelve hours in labor and delivery like last time) and I told him we better go because I was determined to get an epidural this time and didn't want to wait too long. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>So we got to the hospital around 2:00 am (after turning around to pick up my purse that I forgot) and got checked in by 2:30. I was surprised/relieved to hear that I was dilated 7 centimeters when I arrived but again I was sure I had a few hours left if not more. The contractions started getting stronger really quickly but I was comforted by the thought that my epidural was on its way because again I was convinced I was in for a long haul. Suddenly the contractions were very intense and I began to panic because I didn't think I could handle it very long. My water broke a few contractions later and I immediately had the urge to push. At this point the nurse asked me if I could sit up to get my epidural and I told her I didn't think so. (My actual response was more like a panicked "Well am I about to deliver!?!" She wasn't much help so I simply declined.) To make a long story short, Eli made his appearance at 3:42 am, just an hour and 42 minutes after we arrived! Good thing we didn't wait any longer!!</div></div><div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggOfS9-mJnLGx2Ql7HKRsfeU3KMPbbQQB3qzH7dtlUaIcfUi3qDuTlMbSHB3cd5GLkdalxmE96cGjJ8iSgV2-nloDjjE8umQT3DarDiP4FIZEt0tttqtzUYwu4ZvEaSf50N0e4LFyNzjY/s400/DSC02141.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639438653994699074" /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGJS9ekE06Pwh0v_iBiw2biVYmrNbnjdMZ4B_f7mowdt6jaDtuKeWN6CNwQFIa5FJ9mojEenRj7m3SC_umMyBAxze-2aE49o8-7D-P93nYtZbpkIpI2WrpDbEuFdKyOgRHLFQO6EnNKY/s1600/DSC02183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGJS9ekE06Pwh0v_iBiw2biVYmrNbnjdMZ4B_f7mowdt6jaDtuKeWN6CNwQFIa5FJ9mojEenRj7m3SC_umMyBAxze-2aE49o8-7D-P93nYtZbpkIpI2WrpDbEuFdKyOgRHLFQO6EnNKY/s400/DSC02183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437956897397986" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9hUaMi8GS41c8OcPm5b_kbEhHc1WzIzNAwNLyMqofnkEMwzxtQbwqRgsHn9x_1JA0wn1o2bkiPJaxcVQGSFR7tsaI2upoapb-5GUBMXyel4U9CEOdEzx_H-ehUtJtwPsGN9e4OhUtl0/s400/DSC02239.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437954638585442" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hXsV6PiQWkYNnMUKFPW1VCVBQJfH0pd5uNRlykv053-VjnEhLeENQxmXCb2P4ankQbUOkIGy7RMZ7fwnSrWg43Ja5kVMt40Vmop0daZMXfm_u3N9otynL8XVM0VW938SYMv_0MO4A_A/s1600/DSC02207.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2hXsV6PiQWkYNnMUKFPW1VCVBQJfH0pd5uNRlykv053-VjnEhLeENQxmXCb2P4ankQbUOkIGy7RMZ7fwnSrWg43Ja5kVMt40Vmop0daZMXfm_u3N9otynL8XVM0VW938SYMv_0MO4A_A/s400/DSC02207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639437955706500850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We are now officially a family of four :) Crazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div></div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-12254789507531295342011-08-03T20:33:00.001-05:002011-08-03T20:34:07.168-05:00Waiting . . .<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuN6l32kJkbZPt6wE2uuRZBPb5iOcaJIwhxNnwHMT8MrT5QQvRWbmYNq21J52fOYebJbzU_29jDNr_AdQEkwJViSoynPXsbvnyq1Q-0ziMIRh0NSRkupUvSb5j4Fp-mkwA33-f7B7X2yE/s1600/Clardy-Mat_008.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuN6l32kJkbZPt6wE2uuRZBPb5iOcaJIwhxNnwHMT8MrT5QQvRWbmYNq21J52fOYebJbzU_29jDNr_AdQEkwJViSoynPXsbvnyq1Q-0ziMIRh0NSRkupUvSb5j4Fp-mkwA33-f7B7X2yE/s400/Clardy-Mat_008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636807724589274050" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">So, I really thought Eli would be here by now. I was for sure he was coming early but I went to the doctor on Tuesday and nothing has changed in the last week. So he seems very content inside me and I don't think he has plans to come out any time soon. I'm still four days away from my due date so maybe I'm just being impatient. Especially since Lela was right on time (born in the wee hours of the morning the day after her due date), I have a feeling now that Eli will be the same way.</div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcglx9LNprM-PEs20liQOrZnAAhiHJEq5M328r75LRMPPXzCuspjz7qxuOJatEbajNoiOZM6u_RlBYISyiNG3rgFXd8_XzSmTRisSsolna2mvODfxQHzzhP1iX7fB8qWBcT5s8MUGydmc/s400/Clardy-Mat_051.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636807719816757474" /></div><div>I forgot what it was like to have this feeling of anticipation to meet my child. I think it might be more intense this time since I was so convinced he'd be early. With Lela I knew she would come right on the due date and she did. I guess Eli likes to keep me guessing, and I suppose I'm okay with that ;)</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-34978887763010100192011-07-21T16:11:00.008-05:002011-07-21T18:20:11.916-05:00Craziness<div style="text-align: left;">Everything has been slightly crazy around here. The only way I know to tell the story is through pictures, so here we go.</div><div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6WHK8WsodYRPqA2l7EpgjcZ66_5B2C7h1hUdAEp8t1mhUb8a_w7t7Da__o11hZ8jP8xhM8dGSp4MYNU_V5FDmAMAQobvzg17LZt3WZzeKMpBztOtWouVaDnrSeMqrDJR2N3B3CZpBQI/s400/IMG_1292.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631919305028871346" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">This picture likely means nothing to you but it is the only documentation I have of the whole ordeal. It is actually the serial and model number on my refrigerator that I had to have handy since the 5-month-old appliance decided to freeze everything inside. Apparently it always thought the temperature inside the fridge was 80 degrees so it would run constantly. <div>
<br /></div><div>Of course I discovered that everything was frozen solid the morning we were all trying to leave for youth camp. As if it wasn't stressful enough to get my pregnant self and my 15-month-old packed for youth camp, just pile on top of that breakfast became impossible with no useable milk or yogurt which are breakfast staples around here.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Anyway, we are still dealing with this saga almost a month later. The repairman made his third trip out to our house today and replaced another temperature sensor which he feels will solve the problem even though that's what he did the first time and it made absolutely no difference. Good news is, he says the next step will be to replace the whole fridge (at least I think that's good news).</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Wow, that story ended up being way longer than I anticipated. Apologies.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>One useful thing about the picture is, if you're in the market for a fridge, I'd avoid this model of Samsung ;) </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Ok, I'm really done now.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Lela's new favorite thing is to swim in her kiddie pool. Unfortunately the set-up for it is a little more strenuous than I can handle being 8 1/2 months pregnant in the 102-degree heat, so she has to wait until Daddy gets home to go swimming. </div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8fHDaMV8XlnJwahtMGTYcaCUMHzZ-BYMPOAtrxVNgqLmEY9fngso5VzAKujNbtNwNBnuTPnYmqePZWj9MfFEl1_4_DP0BVOTEe3C8gq1apK1TH9PB4LUaP8XpVbJBjM18Me7YDhPAobE/s400/IMG_1294.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631919300811588226" /></div><div>She will ask me all day to go swimming and she'll even pull her towel out of the laundry pile to show me she's ready to swimming. But once Daddy gets home, we run and get her swimsuit on and then she'll stand at the back door and watch Nathan get everything ready. I know I'm biased but she has got to be the cutest kid ever. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Nathan's new project has been to make our entry hall presentable, which entails taking down the wallpaper and getting it painted. I started out helping him, but this is all the paper I removed before I was tired of standing.
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4B8gDSPqCjfWYJsWBpxyWtKMXlBCZiD5jCKLWfxQYg4rb508fJcQ4mitok-2rA2gvD87h7HJGHRWts-X1V-kddaKJkV2_FMQtymqJcaRu9O52gWZtHOSCIZB0fWHIYUQ9ioYIA6tcYlI/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631919294016533266" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">He accomplished much more in the same amount of time.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEDNY-492VkR9vHR4kEFa3B_aeUqAd9RZK7k60fWfgR4MrogNDVYqfLlggGN9O6vd0-h8GfE-toIrgvqNT4TKLuCpeCFHFXv8g608LGfCCjLMx0rMGnE-WGmwB5JdEWexBXYc58DCaXCE/s400/IMG_1275.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631918629014669746" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">And a month later, to the date, here he is removing the last scrap of paper.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2SIzB439F6W1_96-Pz9al7pFLUCe4fzkL-3bg0GqaOO02L7zFGwtUJcOTW8i3jEB2cKWPQ8sRcqmB6G4dZPbDBnnl1kYSQ8qeFj64izax2YjY-0O3W0KdLPS7Hp35Brts8ZZBWoDeW8/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631918621173969906" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">Of course you have to take into account that we were out of town for two and a half weeks in there and he only worked on it during the evenings and weekends and I didn't help him a lick!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>You may notice we had already put some sample paint colors on the wall. I guess when you've been removing wallpaper for a month, sometimes you just have to start another project or you'll go crazy!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>He's actually much further along now and he should have it all painted this weekend. I would post a current picture of it, but it sorta looks like someone was murdered in that room right now due to the choice of wall color. But I'm confident it will look great once there are two coats on the wall, so I'll save the after shot for when everything is completed.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Lately Lela has decided she enjoys eating much more when she is in control. She will have none of this being spoon-fed or having Mom break up food into small bites. She can DO IT!
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHStc0P_VwYcnNIAyFiGNJJiBHmsszFl-UA544SYTDm1_JoCqTMhUd5-nhcJyiLpu4MqcHeSfLOxOX2oZ36HL8kTP-x7VVN9kdy98pPEQKnSOiOYkuQR8aPfwNKUiX1w8uYu7CXn_wgUA/s400/IMG_1310.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631918606741654322" />But it is really hard for me to watch her use the spoon on her own because half of the food ends up on her face or in her lap. She also has a banana sitting next to her cup that she takes bites from. Of course I have to intervene every now and then, especially when she tries to put half of the banana in her mouth at once!</div><meta charset="utf-8"><div>
<br /></div><div>Lela had a doctor's appointment a couple weeks ago and she doing good. She weighed 20 lbs. 8oz. and was 30 inches tall. Dr. Shirley always comments on how smart she is. Of course I think so but it's good to hear someone else say it. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Lela has also picked her favorite TV show. It's a show on PBS called "Super Why." She will point at the TV and I know she's asking to watch "Super Why." She dances to all the songs and is mesmerized for the whole show. Luckily we can watch it anytime since we have a Netflix free trail right now, but I'm afraid Lela's in for a rude awakening when the trial ends!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Lela is also teething right now. This is a picture of her when she was trying to eat her favorite snack, goldfish, but started crying because it hurt her mouth. It was really sad but her little face is so sweet I had to get a picture.
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJc3C-2t8yZ2GS3urVybd2xJXNqxezyUglc5W9eZdjVkVD4Vrkm6Dmi9ZzV-uKsEeyPrq3k7VJvO9GVBXhNm4IWl_Hv1fYUcNp8J2o30gYvJSmRt6JQrQAkC0FQhwMjSvwBcZ4Y-A6YY/s400/IMG_1314.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631918604336236530" />Unfortunately, I think the teething is also making her really picky and she will hardly eat anything we offer her. Basically she only eats yogurt, cereal bars, bananas, applesauce, goldfish and peanut butter sandwiches. She will occasionally take bites of other foods but then she'll spit it all out about five minutes later. I swear she has a secret pocket inside her cheek somewhere!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Well, I realize that was a lot of information all at once about a lot of crazy random topics but I had a whole month of material to cover! That's also why the title is so applicable.</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-13057679487871462402011-06-23T11:30:00.005-05:002011-06-23T12:11:15.180-05:00A Sad First<div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday was definitely a first for Lela but certainly not one that you hope will ever happen. We had to take her to the ER after she fell and bit her tongue. Apparently her new habit of climbing on everything imaginable proved more dangerous than I let myself comprehend. She had climbed into the window sill in the living room and fell out. Luckily Nathan had just walked in the door to come home for lunch or I would have been a basket-case.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>I realize a bit tongue doesn't sound serious but after 30 minutes of soaking countless Kleenexes with blood we realized we had to do something. Of course by the time we got to the ER and checked in and Lela decided to interrupt her constant screaming with a laugh and a smile for the woman behind the counter, the bleeding stopped completely. That's just the way it goes I guess. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>We were mainly concerned because it was clear that the majority of the blood was coming from the underside of her tongue and she wouldn't let us see it so we didn't know how serious of a cut it was. Of course by the time they examined her I don't think they were too concerned considering the lack of blood so they didn't even make an effort to look under the tongue. We were sent home with a pile of paperwork (including a nice bill), a prescription for antibiotics, and two orange popsicles. Apparently they don't do stitches on tongues and again with no blood present I think we win the award for most paranoid parents of the year! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>But looking back, I don't know that we would've done things differently. All in all she bled for a good 45 minutes and if that doesn't say emergency, then I don't know what does. Lela's constant screaming (whether from pain or sheer drama) certainly added to the severity, at least in my mind.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>So I think the only thing to do is end the this post with some happy pictures of Lela to represent her general disposition and to prove she's doing just fine 24 hours later.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFTKpqmQqEUlt4zUwXVjeWRLLAybV3r0nfG7wFO-PuWthS-shdDZjSbC22t3JyvDPmdyWH1Dhx_uc-ij-440sLBAxSBKlaqRktJG8I0YPyxGW1RqTYIBU33mubxBG8YmuooCv5T2WK4iI/s400/IMG_1282.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621462254432975778" /><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsjEXe8yLyT7fk0pNCGuRkYkcLzQDZGbIStxoLqKEyn3-t0-yG-AiIiYo6R-nZoKDwPK-bHCawb24kktfs9WgNVHF3Dw8-7VXArjZVo4NsVRBaI4UuU6nCACA6fwoyvYQsw3Z3mpKPAA0/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621462249271264418" /></div><div>
<br /></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-518314257576858082011-06-17T11:34:00.004-05:002011-06-17T11:49:24.448-05:00What do I make?<div style="text-align: left;">One of my favorite blogs, <a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/">Kelly's Korner</a>, does a thing every friday called "Show Us Your Life" and she asks her readers to link to her blog and share different aspect of their lives. Today she asked everyone to post about what they make and I thought it would be fun to participate.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I am by no means professional and I have never charged anyone for anything, but I do knit occasionally. I would be glad to take requests if anyone is remotely interested. Here are some pictures of things I've made.</div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixU5VOLFFJys-zYg18qVH_ozwCbwFFpxKwL13Cu14890RNgRJH_i9GE4sPR_wUq2SxzWbQcZtWMRm4YNZm7-kPzASvhUz7vy6MoOTq4rEqtLg6NS9LBPtP1Jtq7euu3etkny1KJDF8C_Y/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619229719327757986" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">I made this hat for my daughter while I was pregnant with her.<div>
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<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihthOKXqwK-4qFoAG7ELv9tWt-XEsQjyxOBjimomhJMzq7t2pJR45VGUtrfF3pZa7AbIAXbYE1rKDjTSzXsBrTNx8sSDpEFmQScqf83OcHploxV1A4BsSuUDhzpwvX9muKU4ZzNMEwBtY/s400/DSCF0070.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619229713066578962" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">This is a bed I made for my dog. It could also be a cat bed I suppose. </div><div>
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<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQUxX2bVxtjgr06XUBFu_v9fHOeuJwmZFwgaTV58amTWwGv452nuTSV24MYl3ZMaSDEfalcPQKx3Lioh_WVgkg7JnyJRmPRsGCuNbEgztm-S_Lf1ZJkh-Brqdfy4PvDfdvyD2GfddH7A/s400/DSCF0049.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619229706961557698" /><div>This is a piece of "artwork" that one my friends ask me to make for her wedding reception. She is very artsy and asked everyone in the wedding party to make something to be displayed at the reception like an art gallery. Very cute idea. Anyway, I just knit the letters and pinned them in a shadow box and then put slips of paper listing out the attributes of love from 1 Corinthians 13. </div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Anyway, like I said, I've never charged for anything but I can make pretty much anything and I'm completely open to special requests. You can email me at morganclardy@gmail.com with questions. Thanks :)</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-7265293426992395932011-06-13T19:36:00.003-05:002011-06-13T20:08:38.768-05:00Lela LatelyLela has been busy, busy, busy. We had VBS at church this week, so she's been at the church nearly everyday. I was able to spend time with her in the nursery on Thursday and Friday night and I was reminded all over again how much of a performer she is. She spent 100% of her time trying to get everyone else to laugh (unless she was eating ;) ). She does that with Nathan and I all the time but I had never seen her to do it with her peers. The other kids really didn't respond to her incessant performances so she apparently gets enough encouragement from the occasional laugh from an adult.<div><br /></div><div>I don't know about you, but it seems to me that Lela is shrinking lately! . . . </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P1_NBTf09xYW_OXcQP2onV7I71kn1gGXBLxvGTo19fQhkHW_vjlR_wJLjzNIN6QiyfYg7a_MK3bXK481bMR89RgnKPBqh6mB3rVIcc_3IYybRdDSI9ZNodyKqUs4HztXL_scFTT453U/s1600/IMG_1226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2P1_NBTf09xYW_OXcQP2onV7I71kn1gGXBLxvGTo19fQhkHW_vjlR_wJLjzNIN6QiyfYg7a_MK3bXK481bMR89RgnKPBqh6mB3rVIcc_3IYybRdDSI9ZNodyKqUs4HztXL_scFTT453U/s400/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617868418866976098" /></a>No, this is just a giant folding camping chair that we saw at Lowe's. I just thought it was a cute picture ;)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdYGmYziLzgQwezwJ72pbuZWqCo2DErA3hhmqCUDjt3JaBA-8jQ7s4rADPnuGD5_ym6-cpgv0OFX8Drlo74MJ2c7HB5Ybd9erQIdrEk0JJKDzzd_1YpOz2CLknwJcnawiTrC8wJp8f4M/s1600/IMG_1256.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJdYGmYziLzgQwezwJ72pbuZWqCo2DErA3hhmqCUDjt3JaBA-8jQ7s4rADPnuGD5_ym6-cpgv0OFX8Drlo74MJ2c7HB5Ybd9erQIdrEk0JJKDzzd_1YpOz2CLknwJcnawiTrC8wJp8f4M/s400/IMG_1256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617868406601196274" /></a>This is Lela's new dangerous hobby. She has learned it is way more fun to stand on her stool rather than sit on it. So far it has only resulted in two falls and both times I was there to catch her. She has also realized she can reach new things when she climbs on top of her stool. So she's been carrying it around and setting it down in just the right places to get into optimal trouble. She also finds all of this extremely funny. Surprising? No.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lela has been talking a lot more too. I can tell she is really trying to say words and sing along with songs. I am pretty sure she said "applesauce" the other day but that may just be because I am convinced she is a baby genius and I think it clouds my judgement sometimes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lela went swimming again last night and she did so much better than she did last time. She had a lot more fun and she even let us put in an innertube with a harness so we could push her around the pool. Unfortunately, I don't have photographic evidence of this event. Clearly, I have not been good about taking pictures this last week considering I only have two pictures and one of them is not really applicable to this post. I'll make a note to work on that ;)</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-9366256262995789712011-06-01T11:21:00.002-05:002011-06-01T11:23:02.252-05:00All is Well<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><div style="text-align: left;">I realized that I haven't posted anything since Nathan got back. Don't worry, he made it home and your prayers for his trip were greatly appreciated. Our goal is to make yearly trips to Southeast Asia and build relationships with the people. We look forward to the day when we can all go there as a family!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">
<br /></div><div>In the meantime we have been spending a lot of time laughing at all the little things Lela does. She knows how to make us laugh and she milks it for all it's worth. It's really hard to tell her "no" because she makes us laugh every time. She's doing this thing lately where she says "Oh!" to everything like it's the coolest thing she's ever seen. Again I think she does it because she knows it will make us laugh. While Nathan was gone my mom and I took Lela to the zoo and she had plenty of opportunities to use her new trick.<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnC7SpnXZ2HBSOcv2Dehs5rKttMuMV5-X8PZdLXqWp902jWlF0SvtlP95CmCdDrQcuFlHGi8zrnOzme869mTbe0bwEVxrEFMfU3ibhmLg5121_qEOZh0iCpn__X6uck29bY3QQTRrONG8/s400/IMG_1201.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279188673845570" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">We were in the monkey house when this was taken and the monkeys starting howling and Lela just kept saying "Oh!" and she had everyone around us laughing and she loved it. She's definitely a performer!</div><div>
<br />Lela's Grandma brought her a doll stroller this weekend and she really loves it. The only thing is she prefers to pull it behind her instead of pushing it and every now and then she tries to get in it >0 </div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvjpLt-yXIeNYqluBerXtcmtAdhcxOreaLX4pOvHHFlOz7RegGfdWT2p8NtkGwGeZVnC5ZSBB5D60Q08HDWGAjVFWtU815VfUz5qKY2EsyoLyF9TmZOMDtrE5O8RaTxq7-kwG__hyphenhyphenoKVo/s400/IMG_1213.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279183130968034" /></div><div>She is also wearing pearls that Nathan bought her on his trip. She likes to wear jewelry now and not just chew on it. She'll leave it on for a few minutes and then she's ready to take it off. But I think she actually has a sense that she is pretty when she's wearing jewelry because she makes this bashful face and leans her head on her shoulder like "Don't I look pretty?" She cracks me up!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>On Sunday we went over to a friend's house after church and Lela got to swim in a pool for the first time.
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFsFrYu5q2c4pBYb4hgdvqELoR-wBrU_o37pHr3wea1qfOg8h0UfSpw_pPj_9E9Sp_R1slwiZuFKcIV6tJD7wDFqJoVnBeI3HsH0njjvTS9fNQQR6wrW082RSwstx7YTw3PGuuD03Ayo/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279705272459954" /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">She was hesitant but I think she did good. She didn't like to move in the water very much or be too far from me or Nathan but otherwise she was calm. I wouldn't say she loved it but she got used to it. But she certainly looked cute, if I do say so myself ;)</div><div>
<br /></div><div>We are also getting ready for the arrival of Eli.
<br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q2dk406yBQQbrh0GiZcGEVPNIWON-Yfj3twqpji2hYDykgBe9c_VORCrrpLmq8YY8i_76TL49u1q9dsaTREaYGq5BqkzApv0zZ_0vuYZ8jvE2a2cM_gy-J6DQqTeJUgdmMpftgrrHYY/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279172084473138" /><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8">We set up this bassinet in our bedroom and it brought back memories of 3:00 am feedings when Lela was tiny and all I wanted to do was stay in bed all day. But it also reminds me of the miracle of life and the wonder of bringing a new person into the world and I can't wait to meet this little boy!<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFgqWF7aD6dbmZPH57yO1Xl_y2UbLFZAFSntcF1VkWXu1GNFYQRXiPLI8eR3K-RkuGD4AfkAZjVDVb5IRSlDzQ678-AaNHSfXPSr4RDPKwOKLB4HQ0lBBfO1-SK0gDGtdFXt5Ylesy5s/s400/DSC01516.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613279194426517186" />I was able to get a 3-D sonogram when I was in Midland and I was surprised how much I could tell about Eli's face. He looks so much like Lela! Even though I have this realistic picture of my baby, it still feels so surreal to think about having two children! Even though I know it will be twice as hard, I can look forward to having twice the laughs :)</div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-28337106613755493002011-05-25T09:14:00.000-05:002011-05-25T09:14:13.456-05:00Prayer Request - Travel HomeThe guys are finally headed home! They actually started their journey yesterday and will be home today at 6:00 pm. They are definitely exhausted and the time change will be rough on them going this direction. Pray that they will be able to rest and recover quickly. <div><br /></div><div>Also pray they will be able to reflect on their time and the impact they made on the people and missionaries and local pastors. Pray that the Lord will continue to bless them for the time they spent in Southeast Asia and that they will never forget the lessons they learned there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Safety is also a concern as they fly across the globe. And even though this may be for selfish reasons, please pray they won't have any delayed or cancelled flights because we are ready for them to be home!</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-25595774341774803052011-05-24T08:00:00.003-05:002011-05-24T08:00:10.389-05:00Prayer Request - Missionaries<div style="text-align: left;">Today we want to pray for the missionaries in Southeast Asia. They have devoted their whole lives to sharing the gospel with these people. They no doubt get discouraged by the slow progress they see in this area. They are also far from the comforts of home and are constantly forced to be secretive about their reason for being in the area and use code words for common religious terms. There are only three known true followers of Christ in the area and those three are a result of the work the missionaries have done. Nathan and Andrew get to come home tomorrow but this is the day-to-day for the missionaries.</div><div><ul><li>Pray that they will keep the faith and will be guarded against discouragement. </li><li>Pray that the Lord will reveal to them the impact they have made and that they may see the fruit of their labor.</li><li>Pray that they are able connect with a community of believers to encourage them.</li><li>Pray that the Lord constantly gives them the courage to share their faith and gives them the words to say to the people.</li></ul><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItjt4yyjGqggxNC8584jPjH5nYS-H8brVB3lIRljrGUBF838b8zrLAqIYfRu-yvIpL7KB1LMAYfN3pdYtanZoREf8TDr9bP929Ebb9dN8DZ_SgdlmwR1ablTFmGRhWjAbecjLcEyUqeA/s400/Pulau+Gaya.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610125677628013602" /><div>Also, here are specific prayer requests for the day's activities:</div></div><div><div>"Ask that the enemy would be bound and truth would fill the hearts of the Lasa. Ask that the strongholds of infidelity, abuse, addiction, gambling, dishonesty, and selfishness be broken. Ask that the negative cultural influences, religious lies, and government oppression would be recognized, and the Lasa would seek refuge in Him. Ask that they seek to really know God and in doing so He reveals Himself to them through [Jesus Christ]."</div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-38968120454900144782011-05-23T08:00:00.001-05:002011-05-23T08:00:11.044-05:00Prayer Request - Protection from Satan<div style="text-align: left;">Satan certainly has a foothold among the people of Southeast Asia. Sin abounds and yet the people readily accept "God" and live "religious" lives. The one thing Satan hates the most is when believers try to foil his plans and he will fight back. Without the strong support of a local body of believers, spiritual warfare is a given in a place like Southeast Asia. Pray that Nathan and Andrew will not give in to the schemes of the devil and they will resist any temptation he puts before them. Pray that they will be able to see and understand the impact they can make even in the short amount of time they will spend there.</div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjaf6B62yiBPRFjOobOkzZhQAGROZYVBZJ16aHfLRsyLbvIJ5s5shQ4XQBNfTtXxVlVG9o0z_OJnLBgF8EkgG-o-RXOuiUwzfwHZfivAbIQyB-0CMmf3mJ6DhIbYD830_ft-TlLh5fMTE/s400/Malaysia+street.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609753174575103698" /></div><div>Here is a specific prayer request listed on the guys itinerary for Tuesday:</div><div><div>"Ask that the enemy would be bound and truth would fill the hearts of the Lasa. Ask that the strongholds of infidelity, abuse, addiction, gambling, dishonesty, and selfishness be broken. Ask that the negative cultural influences, religious lies, and government oppression would be recognized, and the Lasa would seek refuge in Him. Ask that they seek to really know God and in doing so He reveals Himself to them through [Jesus Christ]."</div></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-71103315355979437062011-05-22T08:00:00.000-05:002011-05-22T08:00:07.882-05:00Prayer Request - Encouragement and ProtectionThe focus for prayer today is encouragement and protection. It can be very discouraging to share the gospel over and over and see no response or fruit for your labor. Pray that Nathan and Andrew and the missionaries continue to share with the same urgency despite the lack of response they get from the people. <div><br /></div><div>The guys are very safe where they are but it is always smart to pray for protection. They are evangelizing in a closed area which is why I have refrained from sharing the exact country they are visiting as well as not sharing the names of the missionaries they are working with. They are told to use code words for certain religious terms and some of that has to do with the extreme negative reaction the people have to these terms. Pray that the Lord keeps everyone safe and that they are able to build relationships with the people.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>The group plans to visit a Filipino Market on Monday and visit with a local that the missionaries have built a relationship with. Here's the info I got from their itinerary:</div><div><div>"Filipino Market – We have many friends in and around the markets. They have heard truth many times. Yet they are still blind. Ask that the scales fall from their eyes.</div><div>'...One thing I do know. I was blind but now I see!' ~ John 9:25</div><div>Visit with local – Ask that he recognize truth and make the decision to pursue it.</div><div>'Multitudes, multitudes in the valley of decision!'~ Joel 3:14</div><div>'But now in [Chirst Jesus] You who were once so far away have been brought near through the blood of [Christ]' ~ Ephesians 2:13"</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Keep praying and I encourage you to use the Scriptures quoted above in your prayer.</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-41556698109794036072011-05-21T10:21:00.001-05:002011-05-21T23:09:41.897-05:00Prayer Request - Sharing the Gospel/Encouraging Pastors<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvI1phqWGA4rbMV-LYi3GDOSF1FhQ-c7gsFaTGiaTj8TTCjSGbxmH4KYFxhToMGu3xczkodOYpL3OoLL_UOiTHCEWDXRVG3et8npfXs0UYhYfxE8OQHkgup3X7IBkbsy_b5S3nDbX1RI/s1600/Malay+church.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpvI1phqWGA4rbMV-LYi3GDOSF1FhQ-c7gsFaTGiaTj8TTCjSGbxmH4KYFxhToMGu3xczkodOYpL3OoLL_UOiTHCEWDXRVG3et8npfXs0UYhYfxE8OQHkgup3X7IBkbsy_b5S3nDbX1RI/s400/Malay+church.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609189256926366386" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">It is Saturday night in Southeast Asia so Nathan and Andrew are likely sleeping and preparing for Sunday morning. They will take this opportunity to encourage the local pastors and go out and spread the gospel with them. Pray that the Lord will prepare the hearts of those they will share with. Also pray that they are able to encourage local pastors who are no doubt discouraged with the lack of a congregation.</div><div><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTJDATuTYrJ5NvcRYYzD4MRf8qBPqH9kAHvKQs4n767irxMRLN9ACPNjcrhf1qJxrIZ_CrfejbNYxZi_tVFQPFp-NtTuVCQ0fpipFQMkT4jd3-h0r-EFCGYUL0knNDxAgDExaezV03z68/s400/Malay+altar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609189249386964498" /></div><div>I was able to find an itinerary for the boys and there were some specific prayer requests for Sunday listed:
<br /><div>"Ask that [ministers] be sent to boldly share truth and distribute follow-up materials. Ask that the [church] already present would be convicted of the [Great Commission]. Ask that said [church] would be brave and courageous.</div><div><div>'And pray for us, too, that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ...' ~ Colossians 4:3"</div></div></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I replaced some code words with the church language we're more familiar with. I heard from the guys that things are going well and I really want to thank all of you who are lifting up these requests because I know it's making a difference!</div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-505412380781015882.post-71053011055407878432011-05-20T10:15:00.000-05:002011-05-20T10:31:02.915-05:00Prayer Request - LasaNathan and Andrew will be working with the Lasa people. Their primary religion is Islam and they are very resistant to the gospel. Many of the people are not highly religious but the Muslim faith is mostly cultural for them. If they convert to Christianity, they are guaranteed total rejection from their families and excommunication from the church. We have been told there are only three known followers of Christ among this people group. <div><br /></div><div><ul><li>Pray that the Lord softens the hearts of these people.</li><li>Pray they begin to realize their need for a Savior.</li><li>Pray that they have the courage to follow the truth, despite the inevitable consequences.</li><li>Pray that the Holy Spirit gives Nathan and Andrew the words to say to the people.</li><li>Pray mostly that whatever happens this week glorifies the Lord and furthers His name.</li></ul></div>Morganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08855257636497676501noreply@blogger.com0